"Well," Caria said, scratching her head, "I couldn't see anywhere safe to put my things. There's not really a way to [i]not[/i] carry the axe around and be armed, so…"

'Where to store things that you're going to need later' had never really been a thing she'd thought about, growing up. Largely because she didn't really [i]have[/i] things, and food could [i]generally[/i] be left more or less where it was… or buried to stop animals getting it or the like. Either way, "I'll go back for it when I need it!" wasn't a sentiment that could be applied to weapons.

Probably. She hadn't been in a position to see if she [i]would[/i] be allowed to go make it a fair fight.